There was a spring when we mistook beginnings
for permanence...
It began without ceremony—
no warning worthy of memory...
Blossom bright against the blue,
Springtime breathes a gentle view...
Autumn is here, then the rain will fall soon,
then the butterfly will make a cocoon...
Night bird's song in ripples across the midnight...
Perfumed air of hyacinth amid the early rain...
Yesterday is now gone
Out of my mind...
The moon reached down with amber hands,
tickling soft fingers across darkening sky...
Reflections at night
Water is the mirror, and...
The ghostly shades of evening’s realm
In the shadows of windy oblivion...
Fragrances,
the decalcomania of elegant flowers...
Closed eyes and sealed mouths
numbed by the pregnant moonlight...
It is just me
Doing the best I can...